Elias’s POV

The room felt too quiet after Ronan left.

I stood in the same spot for several seconds, staring at the closed door, half-expecting him to come back because he forgot something or because he changed his mind, or because this was all too risky.

But he didn’t come back.

The silence stretched, pressing against my ears until it became a weight on my chest.

Slowly, I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, gripping the blanket just to keep my hands steady.

Ronan was going to ...